Oh, how true she was in a certain respect. Of course she was not aware of what he really was but her words were rather true that he had come in here to see her. He nodded a little at her words. "Some of it is your fault," he admitted as she grabbed hold of him.

Damn was he hard enough to cut diamond! He groaned as she ran her hand against him, his eyes fluttering closed. Though she still held that bra close to her chest concaling her full breasts, breasts that were young, firm and perky.

He grew frustated in not seeong their fullness so he took the edge of the bra tugging it away from her so that he could look at them without restriction seeing how sweet they were in the soft lights above them that cast the faintests of shadows against nearly bared flesh.

His hands reached down as he trembled in her hands. His hands reached down to her breasts squeezing them then, he rolled his fingers against them, nodded, "Yes, a tease. I can't fail to notice you still haven't done anything about it either."

The delinquent gasped in surprise as "Greyson" suddenly pulled the garment away from her and almost immediately found his hands at her breasts, his fingers exploring them. She gave off a little moan as she felt his desperate grip on her. She reached above her head, her hands finding their way way to her short hair, running her fingers through it as she gave off another low groan and writhed in his grip. Her chest began to rise and fall as her arousal increased. She'd never been touched this way before, never allowed someone so... hungry for her to get so close to what they wanted. A little part of her enjoyed that she'd brought this desperation for her body out in him, but she tried to shut away that feeling. This was all to make sure "Greyson" wanted to keep her around, wanted more of her, in order to get off this damned island.

She bit her lower lip, opening her eyes again and looking directly into his.

"It's like I said before, Mr Greyson. Show me the way you'd like me to move."

Rika slipped one of her hands beneath his, interposing it between his palm and her breast, sliding it to the point where he was gripping her wrist instead. She hoped he understood.

"After all, I'm just a novice, right?"

"Right," he agreed as he gazed down at her, seeing the rise and fall of plump breasts as her arms lifted up over her head lifting them higher. He then felt on of her hands trail back down gripping one of the hands on her breast, He thought he had known what she was getting at and thus took half a step closer to her.

"Tease," he repeated, she so close to him that her nipples scrapped against him. She looked so wild on her knees before him, such a sweat mouth with plump lips.

He pushed against her chest then, his member sliding up against her chest between her breasts, his hands pushing them together to form a little valley for him to play with.

Shivering he gasped out again one hand on her own, the other on a breast he groaned at the feel of tightness surrounded him his thumb hooking back to play with a nipple as he slowly began to push against her there as the flared tip came dangerously close to her lips.

Rika winced a bit as "Greyson" pushed her down. She lost her balance a bit and fell down, what with her shorts still being around her ankles, landing on her behind. He stood over her, pushing her breasts together and forcing his shaft through her cleavage with obvious intentions.

"...ah, no," she protested. She'd only intended to use her hand on him, but now he was pushing things a little bit too far. She certainly had no plans to take him into her mouth. She scooted backwards a bit, out of his reach, but only made it about a foot before her back found the changing bench her duffel bag was still resting on. The delinquent looked up at "Greyson", doing her best to adopt a stern expression as she reached forwards and gently wrapped her fingers, starting to gingerly stroke it. Her inexperience suddenly became a little more obvious.

"Just my hand, okay? For now..."

He glared at her again, yes she was deinately a tease though her inexperience shone through as she tried to recollect herself. He felt her fingers wind against him, groaning at that touch. He was frustrated, he couldn't have her pussy, nor her mouth and had to contend with this.

She was damn lucky that she was dealing with Aegir who was more patient then most other beings. No, others would have torn into her by now and fucking her into sweet oblivion. But he could afford to be patient and he rather liked how this was going, unexpected from what he had envisioned though pleasantly so for the most part.

"Just do it before I change my mind," he hissed, partially annoyed, partially frustrated or so Aegir made the tone out to be. He wanted for her to believe she had the guy at his wits end, how would someone respond in such a position, well he wasn't so sure himself but he derived the answer from the day time television she had seen so in a sense he was using her memories from some show on the Life Time channel that she had caught once.

More likely a martial arts film or shōnen tv show, given Rika's delinquent up-bringing. Right now "Greyson's" tone reminded her of the kind of villain who would threaten and... assault... a female lead, so that the hero could show up and save her. She of course knew that no such glamorous tough-guy was going to show up here.

Rika steeled herself. She didn't need a hero. But she felt that this was going badly, and it was time to cut her losses. And right now, this guy had allowed her to take an extremely delicate part of his anatomy in her hand. It'd be a simple matter to incapacitate him. But she'd have to get away afterwards...

She shifted her position so that she was kneeling before him, leaning forwards so that her face was tantalisingly close to his shaft as she started to jerk him off a little more enthusiastically, letting him feel her hot, panting breath on his cock. With her free hand she reached behind herself to her feet, carefully removing her shorts from around her ankles. It wouldn't do to trip over them when she made her escape...

He groaned, feeling her fingers wrap around his shaft as she pumped against him. She began to remove his shorts and she doubted that he even noticed as his head cocked back and his vision took in the ceiling.

The warm breath eased over his trembling member and he spurted then with a thunderous twitch, the only warning she had that he was about to blow his load as a deep throaty groan left his lips as more of his release erupted from him like a volcanoe erupting as it rolled down the sides of his shaft and her fingers. He pulsed viciously in her hands encased in one of them as he trembled against her.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasped feeling his own release erupt from him already, had he been teased so thoroughly? He continued to throb in her hand, fingers pressing against her breasts, thumbs tracing over her nipples seemingly oblivious to the thoughts that had been coursing through her head then.

"Ahh!"

Rika yelped in shock as Greyson suddenly climaxed in her hand, the result of her teasing splattering her face and hair. She didn't react for a few moments, it had been... surprising. Thankfully, none had gotten in her eyes. It felt warm against her face, and she found herself relaxing a bit. She'd made Greyson cum, and surely that would keep him satisfied. At least for awhile...

She leant forward a bit as he continued to grip her breasts, keeping her eyes locked on his. Almost as if to "seal the deal", she took the of his cock in her mouth, just slightly, and tried to look as sweet and innocent as one possibly could while taking a slowly-oozing load in one's mouth. Once she had his juice in her mouth, just a little of course, she leant back again, breaking away from his caress as she did. Her gaze still locked on his, she swallowed the small amount of cum in her mouth, and gasped.

Nerves are fine, she thought to herself, as cum started to drip down her hair and chin, but I have to seem willing if he's going to want to keep me happy...

"God I want to fuck you so bad," he gasped as he gazed at her as she leaned back. He smiled down at her naked form, his eyes washing over her body. Perhaps if he had not been spent he may have made good on that promise for he certainly liked what he was seeing then and there.

But he stuffed himself into his pants as he simply gazed down at her, with a somewhat restrained lusty look sweltering in his eyes. She had teased him to a dangerous level, where he almost had taken her, and there was probably little she could have done to stop him in the long run. He was althletic and young too, probably stronger than her and there was no one around if this place was suppose to be closed.

He gulped. "That was friggin good. Tease," he smirked at her a little, she knew it was true. "All right, get cleaned up and dressed we'll be leaving within the hour. Take your time ..." A thought seemed to occur to him then.

"On second thought I think I'd like to watch you shower."

The delinquent frowned a little bit, getting to her feet. Thankfully, she'd only been wearing her panties and her boots when Greyson had climaxed. None of her few clothes had been splattered. She crossed her arms over her chest for a few moments, looking at Greyson indignantly.

" 'Tease', is it? I have a name, if you please, and I'll thank you to use it."

Rika snorted a little bit. With the moment seemingly have passed, the lack of respect from Greyson was becoming a bother. She was never fond of watching her friends being treated with disrespect and impolite manners once certain boundaries had been crossed. Sure, Rika was using Greyson to get what she via sexual favours, but that didn't give him leeway to be rude to her. If she was going to continue to use him like this, she wanted to make that clear as soon as possible, in order to make the "arrangement" as agreeable as possible...

Aegir had known he had hit a nerve. He also was aware that she wanted off the island. Of course he was not about to do that though it was an easy matter to make her believe that she had. He analyzed things for a moment, considered if it would be more pleasing to take her now or wait awhile longer though he settled on waiting for now, it would be more rewarding after all.

"Then I'll have to inquire what your name is."

He gazed at her as she covered her breasts, self conscious of them now despite what they had just done. God, he was going to enjoy this later he told himself.

"Inoue. Rike Inoue," she replied quite plainly, seeming a little bit calmer now. Her glance flitted from Greyson's eyes to his cock, perhaps lingering there a little too long.

"I think perhaps you need to go and take a shower yourself," she suggested, "you seem to have gotten a bit hot and bothered..."

There was a strong emphasis on "go". Rika quite clearly wished to shower alone. But, in order to keep Greyson interested and thinking of her, she returned her gaze to his. Without batting an eyelid, she wiped a little of his mess from off one of her boobs onto the tip if her finger. She brought it to her lips, and sucked on it almost matter-of-factly.

"Rika," that name implanted in him as she uttered it. He could tell she wanted it, the way she was gazing at the contours of his pants, wondering if he was spent or if he could do something about it. No doubt that she was thinking this though of course Aegir realized what her thoughts and concerns actually were.

"One hour. We meet back here."

He moved off grabbed a box to load up his truck then glanced over his shoulder at her. "One hour, Rika," he reminded before departing and leaving her to clean up and get dressed before he would return in one hour or rather what seemed like it.

Tapped into her mind Aegir could make time seem as fast or as slow as he desired just as time seemed to slow down or flash ahead in a dream and appear natural he made that passage of time seem fluid before returning here.

The shower passed uneventfully, and before she knew it Rika was dressed again, in the same outfit as before. She sat in the changing room, as instructed, sitting on the bench and waiting for Greyson. He'd been very specific about taking an hour, but she'd been easily able to get herself cleaned up in time.

She leant back against the changing room way, her gaze flitting from the door to the clock, as the hour of Greyson's return drew near...

He had showered and returned some time later, collecting Rika before locking up prior to escorting her to a beat up blue van. He drove a short distance to a nearby pier where there had been a small motor boat and an older man.

There seemed to be some discussion between them.

"It's unorthodox. The board will never allow a student from leaving the island you know that, Erik."

"The board doesn't have to know."

"Please Pete, just this once. I needed her for the fifth member of a kendo team, otherwise we'll have to forfeit that match. I mean it's still possible to win it, tougher on the girls."

"If they find out it's my job."

"Pete, they won't find out. Who stuck by you with that mess with Charlotte? You owe me."

Pete flicked his gaze back to the van, unsure. "Alright, I do this and we're square. She better not say anything."

"She won't." He crossed himself then returned to the van. "Mum's the world. Pete's going to take us so cause mo problems for me or him since we both shouldn't be doing this. If anyone finds out the basement will be the least of your worries."